how cute

The joy had been brief as he returned
with big tears rolling from his cheeks.
The trauma too big to explain
while grasping for breath in staccato.
We all held our breath at the sight
but his dad had understood and acted swiftly
"Come on, we'll ask the nice man for another one,
we'll go together, "
They walked off one big hand holding a little hand,
the other little hand holding a melting ice cream cone
decorated with grass and dirt.

We exhaled and murmured simultaneously
"how cute"